Aight..Check It..

I Be Taking A Lines, Reversing Ya Spine, Till Your Words Remix To The Cracking Of Diverse Incline..
Incase Your Close To Blind, Your Punches Are Like Wheres Waldo Cause Dey Hard To Find..Far From Fine..I Keep Punches Cracking Ya Jaw Until My Bars Divide..
My Metaphors Keeping Ya Eyes Optimized, Cop Ya Size, Dis A Vet, Herbs Get Floxed And Oxigized..Collapsing Your Lung Capacity, Rap Wit Velocity, You Ever Accpeting Dis Battle Be Your Last Tragedy..
Punching Ya Chest, Putting Ya Beat To Rest, Cause Once Your Blood Flow Stops, My Lyrics Will Be Decypherin Ya Flesh..
You Fucking Wit Da Next Lyrical Champ, Already Holding Da Belt, Beating Ya Face Like A Mic Stamp, My Punches Leaving Ya Face Are Hard Felt..
Making Ya Heart Melt, Sorry Kid I Don't Wanna Discourage Your Skills, But Like A Vacine Your Lyrics Far From Ill..
Sorry No Deal, Your Won't Ever Make It Past The Sub-Burbs, Be Labled With De-Feet, You Won't Surpass Herb..

Yea...Aight...Lets See Your Shit Duke...

~R~